Did You Hear That?

 

The ancient grave almost sighed…and kept it’s lonely vigil…

If you read this and see your name.

you died a suicide , you died in shame

Before the clock strikes twelve

if your loved ones show,

you’ll be saved, you’ll be taken

You’ll be at peace and you’ll know……

...........Forever.....…Amen…….…. 

SIW……©……MMIX

Windows wide,  fans are whirring

voices outside, music blaring…

sunshine's come,  aren’t we happy

tempers shortened, voices snappy………’Cos

Summer's  here…..holidays starting…..

heat wave warning, sunburn smarting

Oh what fun,  Oh what bliss,

heat exhaustion, too tired for a kiss……but

Golden empty beach, ‘side a blue sea

that’s where I dream and long to be,

away from the town with all it’s clamour

oh for a desert island,  ...plus all the glamour……So,

what’s the answer?….how to get there?

how to stand by the shore and stare,

at the vista unfolding, breathing sea air

I’d go tomorrow, if you’d give me the fare….NO?

Oh well……….worth a try !!!

SIW…..©………MMIX

Saturday…..got up late….or rather later than usual…….so, didn’t bother with breakfast, just prepared the filter coffee machine and downed three mugs…..Now I’m ready for anything….except the washing machine apparently….It’s still full of holes….I know a washing machine has to have holes in it to work , drum wise, filling wise, water in and out wise…but when I do a heavy load, as I did yesterday, of towels , it struggles, in fact it labours and I can almost hear it saying.  “I am old, why do you test me so?”… and then it wets the floor…( which is why I place a tea towel underneath it first, Hah!!…ready for anything me… !!)…but I ignore it and hope for the best…..If it suddenly, irrefutably and completely breaks down…Then we will have to face the fact that we must buy a new one..although , the future being as it is, in that for the moment we don’t have any idea what’s gonna happen…. Divorce wise, living wise, or any which wise….We are walking a tightrope of unknowing….Which is why any new item is discussed between the two of us, as in do we need this?  sorta thing….can we afford it…comes next, always an important factor…and so we shelve the problem….like all the others, shelve it and trundle along. Don’t get me wrong, nothing wrong with trundling, so long as you can cope with the feeling of hysterical desperation it sometimes brings with it….

The fridge also leaks, but I won’t get into that one, it makes me think of the day of my Operation…(won’t go into the whole thing again)…but for some reason it reminds me of the bit when the Surgeon, Anesthetist etc…talk over what’s gonna happen...and double check again to see if you’re maybe allergic to the anesthetic…I said nope as far as I know, as the last time I had an Op was in my early years,  (somewhere in the region of 2-6 …have no precise idea at all )...when they operated on my left eye…and I’m still alive to tell the tale, and normal, …(ish)...anyway…I digress, but the surgeon asked me to sign a form after she’d read the best bits out…. Saying what precisely was going to be done to my …. erm … body part, for example, was I aware of what was going to be cut off … stitched up etc ... and what might be the aftereffects, perhaps a recurrence of the problem…and/ or incontinence…Now this is when my composure, such as it was, slipped and my face muscles suddenly went haywire ….and I couldn’t stop smiling/smirking/grinning also trying to stop the process was entirely impossible….’cos I suddenly thought that I was joining my white good appliances,….as a threesome sort of thing…A trio of incontinent’s…{If there is such a word, ‘cos spell checker has put a red line under it}……..Now….Just to let you know, it’s still just the two appliances….I am happy to announce I do not leak, unless I suddenly jump up and down when desperate for the loo, or laugh uncontrollably at life….…..Maybe when I’m an old Lady it’s allowable, now isn’t that something to look forward to?…but for the time being I am dry…. .Sighs!!…..If only the washing machine and fridge were so accommodating…….

Bye for now………off to hang the washing out…..looks like rain to me……………

SIW MMIX

Last night I dreamed
that I had died
it was so sad
I stood and cried
I looked around
but couldn’t see
where the flippin’ ‘eck
I could be
NO-one about
Just an open gate
I wondered
should I go in or wait?
It was slightly open
so I slipped in,
could do no harm
so where’s the sin?
A voice cried out
sounding like thunder,
saying ‘Who are you?’
Oops, what a blunder,
I took to my heels
with a quick glance to the rear
saw a white haired gent
giving chase quite near,
saying  ‘you don’t belong here
You’ve not in the book’
I picked up speed
hardly daring to look
As I reached some trees
for handy cover
He seemed to lose me
then knocked me over
a rugby tackle
brought me down
as I lay there winded
he remarked with a frown
’No name, no entry,
didn’t you know?
Unless you’re picked
it’s not time to go’
thank goodness for that
I thought with a smile
I was hoping to live longer,
or …at least for a while.
I suddenly woke up
in my own bed
grass stains on my hand
and a lump on my head……….

SIW…….©……..MMIX

I remember thinking at the time…”.We are poor, “ ..as all three of us young ones,  (at least that’s what I recall from my memory banks, my sis, my younger brother and I, as we always seemed to roam about together, barring arguments with two against one ... the ‘trio’ at the end of the family of seven children)…..where was I?…ah yes…as all three of us would roam about. Discovering Darlington, wandering here and there, walking miles it seems, and finding the route to the countryside, Low Coniscliffe, then onto sleepy Merrybent, (Following the meandering River Tees) where happier times had been ours, with Gramps and Nan, when they owned a Bungalow there (where I was born)…..or maybe cross the town to South Park,  to run, hop, skip, jump (I always remember boundless energy)  anywhere at will, gardens, swings, the Roller Rink, a little bird Aviary,….It seems all you had to do was wander about and you found ‘treasure’….and so I suppose the thought “we are poor” which suddenly came into my mind was an error….WE were quite rich in experiences, rich in places to explore, discover, letting our imaginations fly wherever they wanted..….We were children with no idea of the riches we held in our small hands…WE were free to be children…..

mind you…I also always seem to remember the walking back, as your tired legs seemed to trudge along on auto pilot…Where home seemed so, so far away and you still had a fair distance to go….But you always got there….Yup..you always got there……..

Blurring……

When you think back to times gone by,

with those childhood days so full

do you smile, or do ready tears form?

and do the memories still pull

at emotions buried deep inside

for loved ones past, so sadly gone

a blur to the senses and to the mind

with painful longing for them lingering on…….

Their legacy makes you what you are

whether memories be good or bad,

You stand today, your own person

for, or despite, the experiences you’ve had……

SIW……©…..MMIX